The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-12-11

Life is a duty dare it;
Life is a thorn crown wear it;
Though it break your heart in twain; 4
Though the burden crush you down,
Close your lips and hide your pain;
First the cross and then the crown
Father Ryan,
Three days had elapsed 1t was late Sat
urday afternoon. Most of the day Pauline
had spent in home of poverty, by the bed
side of little boy that lay i'll of typhoid
fever, and now, as the sun was sinking
slowly in the west, bathing the seven-hill
city in foods of golden glory, the noble
girl was vending her way toward her home,
on West Grace street.
The last three days had been the saddest
of her young life. The hope of winning
Virgil's love, which for months had been
growing DINNER and DINNER, had at las t
expired, leaving her heart sad and desolate.
Virgil's manner toward Florine three even
ings since had brought Pauline to a full re-
allzation of the painful truth that Virgil'S
affection for her was only of brotherly
nature. But no one knew of her sor-
row. The proud girl had thus fan con-
cealed her suffering even from her par
ents. She was Christian. Long ago she
had abandoned the comfortlesS form of
prayer and learned from the depths of a
Father" and now, in the first real sorrow Of
her life she found unspealzable comfort in
carrying her trouble ito God in prayer
INCREASINGLY there arose from her heart a
silent prayer that in time she might truth
fully say, as did her Saviour in Gethsemane
more than eighteen hundred years ago,
Not my will, but Thine, Oh, God, be
done"
AS she entered the yard of her home a
sweet feminine laugh, which she recognized
to be Florine's, f1oated through the open
windows of the parlor. Pauline's counten-
ance darkened with vexation.
81 don't want to see herl" she muttered
to herself, as she slowly made her way up
the walk. 1.-The false coquette' don't
want to see her, for she is doing every
thing in her power to win the heart of the
man love-one of the purest, noblest men
living-only to crafty her Unsuitable van
ity! She suspects | love him-indeed she
has told me to my face that l do-and, like
the INSCRIPTIONS fiirt she is, she is trying to
arouse my jealousy! Oh, l don't want to
have ANYTHING to do with her-the design
ing hypocritei l have great mind to en-
ter the house by the rear way and quietly
pass up to my room and there remain until
she leaves the house"
But almost instantly the girl reproach ed
herself for such bitter thoughts.
''Such thoughts are unbecoming Chris
ulan, Sne SalQ. L OugnU 10 love my COuSln
and pray for her as | would for a sister!
She may yet become a good Christian
woman. She is not bit more heartlesS or
frivolous than her mother used to be, and
only think what wonderful change has
come over Aunt Mamie! One can scarcely
find sNJeeter or more lovable woman than
she is now. Though she has been home only
few days, feel that l love her already
Heaven knows / never loved her before she
went to Europe. Yes, will love Florine
and pray for her, too, despite her heartless-
ness. | will stifie the serpent of jealousy
and treat her kindly. / will bear my cross
bravely, unmurmuringly, looking to God
for the strength to enable me to bear it."
And, forcing a smile to her lips, the
brave girl ran up the front steps, carolling
Aud Lang Syne.
Here comes papa's little Bird" said Mr..
Morriss, who, hearing his daughters voice,
had come out to meet her.
How is Willie, now, my dears" he in
quired.
"He isn't any better" replied the girl, the
smile she had forced to her countenance fad
ing as she spoke, and tears coming into her
eyes.
81 am sorry. hope the little fellow will
recover and, passing his arm lovingly
around his daughters waist Mr. Morriss led
her into the front parlor, where his wife
was chatting with Mrs. Woodbury. and
tlOrlne.
Pauline shook hands with each of the visi-
tors, and then, after an allusion to, the
beauty otShe afternoon, took seat on a
divan beside her father.
Mamie, did you know that there were
two sisters of charity in this houseW said
the tobacconist, turning to Mrs. Wood
bury. Yes have two sisters OF charity
Bertha and Pauline--who go about doing
good in that transformations manner in
which the Master did"
do you think it becomes you to style your
wife and daughter sisters of charityF asked
Mrs. Morriss, her motherly face wreathed in
smiles. Ought you not to leave it for
somebody else TO bestow upon us that
titleg'
Perhaps so, my modest wife," and the
gentleman INDUCED in one of his good
natured laughs.
II understand, Pauline. you have spent
most of the day on Belle Isle," said Flo
rine contemptuously. 81 would sooner ex
pose myself to a lot of bears than to trust
myself among the filthy, low-bred working
people who live in that abominable locality.
How woman of our family could so de
grade herself as you have done is beyond
my comprehension. Pauline Morriss, feel
as II l wanted to repudiate all relationship
with you, so unspeakably ashamed am l OF
youw o
81 think, my dear, Pauline has more cause
70 be ashamed Of you than you have to be
ashamed of her." said Mrs. Woodbury.,
deeply mortified at her daughters scornful
language.
If we would follow the meek and lowlY
Jesus" said Mr. NORRIS, glancing reproach-
Iully ct his neice, 1--WE must lay aside all
foolish pride, my dear"
is there any improvement in Willies
condition, PaulineF' asked Mrs. Morriss,
turning to her daughter.
None, mamma the doctor entertains but
little hope of his recovery"
The child you speak Of is member Of